Seventeen Years Later and Still Right About Manny Barraza: The Barrio Nostradamus
Let me start by saying this: being right doesn’t always feel good - especially when being right gets you dragged, cursed out, and labeled a vendido by people who think “Chicano” has a silent Q. But here we are. Seventeen. Years. Later. And once again, su servidor was right. Back in the prehistoric era of El Paso politics - when Facebook still required a college email and people pretended the courthouse was holy ground - I warned the El Paso Democratic Party about one of our candidates for a judicial seat: Manny Barraza. And whew. You would have thought I slapped the Virgen de Guadalupe with a voter registration card. The establishment and Old Guard wanted to tar and feather me. Run me out of the party. Burn my D card like it was confiscated contraband. Why? Because I committed the ultimate political sin: I told the truth about someone on our own team. See, one thing I pride myself on is holding my party accountable. I do it bet...